because romeo and juliet is one of my favorite works ever

anonymous asked:

pls expand on your ridiculous experiences during one semester at a fake college

okay I got a few asks about this so let me see what I can remember right now. These might not all be in chronological order

- At orientation, they were talking about the reservation near campus and all these pretty sites and this kid in the back of the auditorium goes “So uhh…heard this place might be built over a Native American burial ground?”

- The speaker: “…Let’s not think about that, okay?”

- The freshman were on campus alone for like a week and a half (other than the RA’s) before the other students and I just. The parties. Were out of control. An ambulance was called basically every night.

- I walked into the bathroom the first night there to find a girl literally dying because someone slipped something in her drink and she was having a Very Bad Reaction

- Sting- you know, the singer- ‘s son lived in my residence hall. This boy almost accidentally killed me on three separate occasions (while I was just trying to do my laundry)

- I told my family about this at Thanksgiving. Everyone in the room advised me to seduce him

- I ate breakfast in the dining hall exactly once. I got scrambled eggs. I noticed no one had brought out ketchup with the condiments and politely asked about it. I received glares from at least ten different people. Apparently people there don’t believe in ketchup on eggs.

- There were these two boys in my English class known as “The Lumbard Guys”. They didn’t live in my residence hall, but they would come over almost every night, start a party, and destroy part of the basement.

- At orientation this one kid got mad and set his shoe on fire to prove a point

- Also at orientation like??? My roommate disappeared???? And I never saw her again???

- Listen like…this campus just looked like the perfect setting for a horror film, but none of the people from the area got that. They all thought I was crazy until some comic from Comedy Central did a stand up act and said “Why the hell is this campus so creepy? I feel like I’m gonna leave here with someone else wearing my face!”. I felt way too validated.


- My “math” class was actually a disguised home ec. course???? All we had were word problems that were incredibly detailed recipes or instructions on how to fix things. The teacher, who I swear to GOD was actually my Mr-Rogers-Wannabe guidance counselor from high school in disguise, spent more time trying to come up with names and backstories for the models in the text book than actually trying to teach

- I had to take a class called “first year seminar” because neither of my parents went to college. It was supposed to be teaching you about how the school works and stuff but SUPRISE BITCH WE’RE JUST GONNA YELL ABOUT RACISM AND PRIVELGE FOR AN HOUR.

- Literally that’s all we did. Just the whole class bonding over all these struggles we had gone through and getting fired up. Like, it was great, but I also ended up knowing very little about campus and school stuff bc that was the class that was supposed to be teaching me lmao

- My Psych teacher was fucking hysterical for the first few classes but then he just. Vanished. I had to drop the class

- My Fine Arts teacher just. Couldn’t stick to a teaching plan. Her entire wardrobe was scarves. She was very passionate about African masks. She had a flapper haircut. She spoke quietly, but with a marvelously forced tone of voice that I’m certain was her trying to sound impressive and hide a Boston accent. She didn’t seem to understand the year was 2014. She took us into the city to go to the Art Museum and we lost her in there, never to be seen again

- I’m not even kidding

- My “writing” teacher was my absolute fav omfg. She was this long grey haired hippie lady who worked as a nurse for the Grateful Dead and was still stuck there. She may or may not have hooked up with my uncle. I was her favorite student because one day I came in wearing a “HAIR” shirt. She wanted to take the class to England for the sole purpose of going on a Beatles tour

- But like…she did not teach a writing class omfg. She taught a social justice class. All we did was have informed debates about The Issues and listen to music and occasionally watch the Breakfast Club. Every time there was a big paper due on the syllabus, she’d just sit on her desk and go “I mean, I don’t have to cover anything, right? You guys know how to write!” Like I genuinely don’t think she knew what class she was teaching

- There was a boy who sat next to me in that class. He was deaf in one ear and used that as an excuse when he got caught blatantly not paying attention. It worked every time. But I was right next to him. I saw him playing Yu-Gi-Oh on some website on his phone under the table. One time we started talking about model cars and he pre-cummed.

- There was a boy who roamed the campus in a long black trench coat and a weird hat. I never saw his body and started to suspect he might not have one, just the theory of one. He took interest in me because I was the only person in class who ever got his Doctor Who jokes. He’d come up to me at dinner and blast quiz me on various nerd culture before running off and disappearing into the shadows. Just as I was starting to grudgingly accept I was probably going to have to eventually hook up with him for the greater good, I apparently offended him by saying I like Picard more than Kirk. He didn’t stick around to listen to my reasoning. Whenever I saw him after that he would loudly start talking about how great his girlfriend was. Everyone knew he was lying. I wonder if Kirk ever sucked his theoretical dick as well as I would have.

- I gave a football player a shout out on Yik Yak. He really appreciated it, and gave me some fries laced with weed as a thanks. That was such A Night ™ , I watched the Lorax and left the dimension.

- Every time we had dances, this creepy guy named Horace would find me and use my obvious discomfort to make me dance with him. He’d hold my wrists and shove his crotch on mine while vaguely swaying to the beat. I had to escape to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally the security just banned him from the events altogether. I can still see his face clearly in my mind.

- One night, I walked into the bathroom to find a perfect, untouched pizza laying on the floor…but not in a box. Someone literally just took it out of the box and laid it down. I’m still fuming.

- One time I was in the mostly empty library when I smelled something. I walked down the rows of shelves before rounding the corner, and found the President of the college hidden there, sitting on the floor, smoking, a bottle of vodka in his hands. We held eye contact for a solid minute. He slowly shook his head at me. I said “Sir, your house is like…literally across the street.” He shook his head more vigorously. I left the library.

- One night, I heard screaming. I looked out the window to find a girl in a giraffe costume scaling my building. People were throwing water bottles at her. I was concerned. I didn’t know who to talk to for answers.

- I was in line trying to pay for dinner. One of the lunch ladies climbed on top of the ice cream machine and refused to come down. Her friend came over and they started recreating the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Very few people acknowledged it.

- Someone jacked up the soda dispenser so it was only dispensing beer. None of the staff cared enough to fix it.

- I caught my RA in the middle of a drug deal so she gave me a coupon for free ice cream

- Also side note: The soft served ice cream machine on campus was actually a frozen yogurt machine. I had no problem with that, but like, advertise correctly, you know? Nobody else seemed to understand my confusion. Nobody else seemed to understand that froyo and ice cream are two different things. What the hell.

- There were just…so many moths all over the campus. A terrifying amount. When it started getting colder I was like, finally, I won’t be attacked by moths anymore! Only for even more moths to appear. I asked a local about it. “Oh, those are the winter moths!” What the fuck are winter moths? What the fuck, Massachusetts? My friend back home grew convinced that Mothman was in the area. I was inclined to believe her. Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are moths everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike.

-  I’ve encountered deer many times in my life. I know how they act around people. But the deer on this campus were just weird. They’d run out at people all the time. One almost shoved me into traffic.

- My roommate gave my phone number out to literally anyone she found who mentioned they liked to read or liked Doctor Who. She was concerned I had no friends. No one ever called.

- I met a small Greek girl in my Fine Arts class. Our first day of talking, she made me climb a mountain with her so she could get to tutoring, even though I had no reason to be in that building. Her roommates kept mysteriously disappearing. She was late to everything. She’d call me randomly to get food at 1 in the morning. She kept somehow breaking phones and tvs and other electronics. When I asked her how they kept breaking, she waved it off with “Oh, I have OCD. You wouldn’t understand”. I have OCD, and I still don’t understand. One time she invited me out with her friends from high school. I waited outside her building for two hours, while the other friends waited in the parking lot for two hours, because we didn’t know how to find each other. She eventually came outside at 10:30 pm. We went to Friendly’s. She made us stop at her house so she could grab something. We pulled up a long, winding driveway and stopped in a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot were stone stairs that lead up to a mansion on a hill. She ran inside and the rest of us stayed in the car, listening to High School Musical and talking about Supernatural. When she came out 40 minutes later we decided to try and prank her. It went wrong. We almost ran over her friend’s sister with the car. They invited me to a pumpkin patch. When I started complaining about my roommate, she asked me to move in with her. I thought about the other three girls who had seemingly gone missing. I politely declined. Six months after I left the school, I received a text from her asking for notes for an exam, and radio silence after that. I can’t find her on facebook. I fear she might have gone missing too.

- One night, as I was standing outside huddled in the cold, a boy came up and offered me a cigarette to help me stay warm. I turned it down, but he stood around talking to me for a few minutes afterwards. I felt absolutely no awkwardness at all. He was a musician from Colorado. He sang a bit of one of his songs. He was dropping out of school to go to California the next week. He told me I had beautiful eyes, but his were the most alive eyes I’ve ever seen so I couldn’t believe the compliment. We talked for about ten minutes and I fell a little bit in love. He had to rush off to a club meeting, but he told me he’d rather keep talking. He gave me the sweetest smile before he left. I didn’t get his last name or number and I never saw him again.

- There was a dance on Halloween. I couldn’t think of a sufficiently slutty yet classy costume, so I just went as Osgood from Doctor Who. When I got there there was a huge crowd, but people quickly grew bored and started leaving. There ended up being six people left (myself included). We stayed because we could see the upset faces of everyone who had planned the event, but actually had one of the most fun nights of my life. We- myself, the girl from across the hall, Trench Coat Boy, his tiny friend who never spoke, and a boy and girl I didn’t know who seemed to be professional dancers- danced nonstop for almost three hours. The strobe lights and poppy music solidified an unspoken bond. I had never and to this day haven’t felt as free as I did that night. The tiny quiet boy’s smile could have lit up a city. It’s etched into my mind. We all left the dance talking about the surreal feeling in the air, as if something had shifted. None of us ever mentioned the dance again. It’s still one of my fondest memories.

- For a solid month, there was someone in a gorilla costume running around campus.

- There was a rash of sexual assaults on campus. A gang of boys kept jumping girls in the woods. The only thing the school board did was give out free rape whistles at lunch one day. I missed that day, making me one of the only students on campus without a whistle. Later that night when I ordered pizza, the delivery guy tried to start up a conversation with me about all the assaults. He blamed the girls. I took back my tip.

- Sometimes the showers just…filled up with black sludge. No one knew why.

- The girls in the room next to me were very bizarre. They always shot me odd looks and whispered to each other constantly. I couldn’t figure out if they were sleeping together or not. They never washed their hands when we were in the bathroom.

- The doors to each dorm were thick and heavy and required effort to push them open. My roommate and I made sure to lock ours every night, and would triple check it. It swung open by itself almost every night. The channels on the tv would change with the remote equidistance away from us. Sometimes I heard humming in the showers when I was the only one in there.

- My roommate…deserves a whole separate post dedicated to her, honestly.

- She would call her mother and have her do her homework for her. She blasted music constantly, and it was either country or hard rap, nothing in between. She sexiled me constantly. I once walked in on anal. She’d meet guys on Tinder, fall in love with them after a couple of days, and then bring them into the school and into our room like it was no big deal. One of them made it clear he was a budding serial killer. She was in a new drama every week. One time someone called her a dilf on Yik Yak. She was firmly convinced her cousin was blonde because her aunt dyed her hair when she was pregnant. She tried her hardest to get me laid by a football player. She was the loudest drunk I’ve ever encountered. Honestly there’s just too much about her for this omfg

- John Zaffis, the famous paranormal researcher, came to the school on my birthday. I went because I’m a loser who’s been watching shows with him since I was a kid, and I was having a bad day so I decided it could be a treat. I sat in the front row. He held an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me the entire presentation. He was impressed with my questions. He lamented about the fact he’s always cut out of movies or replaced by priests that look like him. He apparently came to the school every year around Halloween to do a ghost tour around the campus for the students. A girl allegedly killed herself in my floor’s bathroom. He apparently always got a lot of activity around the campus. Everyone in the freshman class started wondering if the rumors about the Native American burial ground were true.

- One time in “writing” class the teacher gave us a number and then whatever song came up as that when we put our music on shuffle we had to play for the class. I ended up with “Touch Me” from Spring Awakening. Midway through the song, the teacher from another class came to complain that they could hear everything. My teacher tried to defend that all music has an important message. “Molly, dear, tell her the message in this song!” I looked around the room and at the other teacher. “It’s about sex,” I said quietly. She stormed out of the room while the class started laughing.

- There was this girl that just had the natural ability to make anything boring. I feel bad saying that, because she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s smart, and she’s gorgeous, and she’s talented, but just…every time she says anything, it’s boring. I’m still friends with her on facebook, the talent transcends to writing as well. You could be having a fun, lively conversation and she could say something completely relevant to the point and yet it would still just be boring. It’s a baffling talent, I still don’t understand how she does it.

- There was a boy who’d come into my room. He lusted over my s’mores poptarts. He kept trying to hit the high notes in Broadway songs. He didn’t understand my sense of humor at all, so we both were constantly worried we were offending each other. He cried about Selena Gomez a lot.

- The dining hall only offered horrendous food. I had pasta almost every night because it was the only thing remotely edible. If you wanted good food, you had to go to Late Night, which was between like 10:30 and 1 I think??? They set it up specifically for stoners and people leaving parties. I was frequently the only sober person there. Except for the moths.

- The chief at the pasta place found out I like theater and got like…weirdly passionate about it. He kept telling me about different theater groups in the area and wanted to know if I was in the school musical. He asked me every time I went up for food.

- There was a disproportionate amount of large black birds to trees. It wasn’t hard to figure out why we so rarely saw smaller animals

- When I told my advisor I was thinking about leaving (mostly for financial reasons but also the fake classes were preventing me from getting an education I wanted, you know?), this little old man looked around his office as if checking for people listening in, then put his hand on top of mine, leaned in close, and whispered “Oh, you sweet little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

There’s definitely more but listen. This school was weird and fake and vaguely surreal and off-kilter. I am fully afraid that one day, years from now, I’m going to be driving through the back roads and pass the place where the campus should be, only I won’t find anything there at all, and won’t be able to find any trace of it ever existing. I won’t be able to find any record of it. I won’t be able to find a record of any of the people. Every time I think about this place I just get a weird feeling, like I somehow managed to escape the Twilight Zone but left a part of me behind in the process. Be careful when applying to college, kids.

I really like you, you know? (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Request: “Can I request a fic with Zach where the reader and Zach are snapchatting. The reader is really sleepy because she’s been staying up late to get homework done and being so tired, she accidently tells Zach she likes him a lot. (Can it be fluffy and a little angsty?)”


It was still 4:30p.m., but you were already tired and longing for your bed. You tried really hard to keep your eyes open, but they had their way of beating you. Finally, you gave up. You got up from the table you were occupying on the school’s library, picked up your stuff and walked home.

The second you got into your room, you took of your shoes and slowly climbed into your bed. You hadn’t even closed your eyes yet when your phone lighted up and buzzed.

“How hard is it for a girl to get her beauty sleep in this wicked world?” you mumbled like a real drama queen, talking to the walls. You reached out lazily for your phone and, suddenly, all your complains went away. The top notification was a Snapchat from Zach Dempsey.

After waiting a while (in your mind, opening it up too quickly would make him think you were desperate), you finally saw his chat. It was just random letters, probably sent by mistake. You rolled your eyes, not believing you created all that expectation in your head. What were you thinking? That Zach freaking Dempsey snapchatted you saying he was madly crushing you?

You sent a question mark back and put your phone away. It only took five seconds for it to buzz again.

“You have got to be kidding me”

You didn’t want to look, all you wanted was a nice nap. Your curiosity spoke louder, and you picked it back up.

Zach Dempsey: Oh hello Y/N this is Zach and I stare at your Snapchat stories like an idiot
Zach Dempsey: I’m lovesick because of uuuuuu
Zach Dempsey: let me be the juliet to your romeo
Zach Dempsey: I’m juliet coz I’m a little girl

You realized it was one of his friends joking around, and laugh softly. You decided to mess around too.

You: I knew it.
Zach Dempsey: that I’m a little girl????
You: oh yeah. it’s common knowledge.

Video call from : Zach Dempsey

You didn’t expect this. You didn’t know if you should pick up or not. You decided to go on with the game, so you fixed your hair and made sure you looked okay. You pressed “answer” and Justin Foley’s face showed up on the screen. It looked like they were at the gymnasium, probably practicing basketball.

“Yo Dempsey! I got your phone man” Justin yelled, and the camera focused on Zach, who was standing at the other side of the gym. “You shouldn’t have told me your password!”

“Dude what are you doing?” Zach rushed over and tried to get his phone out of Justin’s hands. You giggled and, with that sound, Dempsey just stopped moving. “Foley. What was that?”

Justin showed him the screen, and his eyes widened when he saw your face.

“Well hello there” you said, not knowing what to do.

“Y/N, hi. I-uh, hang on, I’ll call you back okay?” The screen went black and his face disappeared. You waited for the call and, since it didn’t came, you tried to sleep again. Unsuccessfully, you should add.

Grumbling, you kicked your covers away, picked up your books and started studying again in your desk.


You were so entertained by your homework you almost missed the notification from Zach. Almost. You unlocked your phone and checked it out.

Zach Dempsey: Hey, I’m sorry for earlier. Justin is an idiot
You: It’s okay 😂

You weren’t really expecting an answer after that, but fortunately it came.

Zach Dempsey: well anyway
Zach Dempsey: wyd?

You gave the pile of papers and books in front of you a sad glance.

You: homework. u?
Zach Dempsey: just chillin I guess

You sighed, jealous of his procrastination.

You: let’s trade please, I can’t stand biology anymore
Zach Dempsey: send all the bio stuff for me. I’ll do it for you, I love bio

What a cutie. He loved bio.

You: don’t give me ideas, Dempsey. I’ll send it for real
Zach Dempsey: lol
Zach Dempsey: you can come over some day and I’ll give you a hand

Oh my god. Zach invited you to his place. You and him, at his house. What a time to be alive.

You: that would be nice :)
Zach Dempsey: so… I’m sorry if that’s like way too intrusive but I wanna ask something
You: dear lord… shoot

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he really going to ask you out?

Zach Dempsey: are you and colin jensen a thing?

Well, apparently not. No dates for miss (Y/N) and mr Zach Dempsey.

You: who tf is colin jensen?
Zach Dempsey: you know, skinny dude who works at crestmont

You let out a loud laugh.

You: you mean clay jensen?
Zach Dempsey: probably
Zach Dempsey: anyway
Zach Dempsey: are you guys together?
You: no sir

The conversation just went on and on, and you liked Zach more and more by the second. He was sweet and funny, and talking to him was just so nice… but you really, really needed to sleep.

You: hey, I gotta go
Zach Dempsey: why??
You: I need some sleep
Zach Dempsey: it’s eight o'clock my lady

My lady. Jesus Christ.

You: I know
You: but I didn’t sleep last night
Zach Dempsey: what were you up to?
You: at a date with my usual partner
Zach Dempsey: 🤔
Zach Dempsey: usual partner?
You: homework
Zach Dempsey: oh, I see
Zach Dempsey: but can’t you stay just a little longer?
You: that’s not a very good idea
You: sleep deprived (Y/N) usually talks more than she should
Zach Dempsey: one more reason why you should stick around w me
Zach Dempsey: this conversation is about to get interesting
Zach Dempsey: stay pleease

Well, he was asking… you guessed it couldn’t be that bad staying up just a few more minutes.

You: okay, I’ll give you some extra time
You: what do you wanna talk about?
Zach Dempsey: let’s play a game


You: what kind of game?
Zach Dempsey: nothing special, just asking each other some questions
You: ok fine, you go first
Zach Dempsey: I’ll take it easy on you because it’s the first question
Zach Dempsey: we’re just warming up
Zach Dempsey: what’s your favorite color?

You laughed again.

You: how original my man
You: green
Zach Dempsey: I’m one of a kind
Zach Dempsey: your turn
You: I’m not extending the courtesy of taking it easy, sorry
You: are you and justin dating?

He sent you a picture of his face. He was frowning, trying to cover a smile.

Zach Dempsey: you’re lame. that’s a terrible question, and the answer is no
You: that was a valid question
Zach Dempsey: there will be a payback
Zach Dempsey: you better believe in karma
Zach Dempsey: my question is why are you single

You didn’t really understood the question. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

You: what do you mean
Zach Dempsey: I mean, you’re beautiful and smart and funny and I just don’t get how can you not have a boyfriend

You froze. Before you could realize the huge mistake you were making, you sent him the most stupid confession ever.

You: I couldn’t date anyone because you’re the one that I like, and it’s like a lot

Your eyes widened when your own words sunk in. You really should have stopped the conversation when you had the chance. Damn it, damn it, damn it. You waited anxiously for his answer. He opened the chat, visualized your message and…

He ignored it.

You even waited a few minutes but there was no response. “Well, congratulations (Y/N), you ruined everything as usual”, you thought, and climbed up your bed. You picked up your blankets from the floor and covered your ashamed and self loathing body.

It felt like you had just fallen asleep when a noise woke you up. Scared, you almost fell on the floor. It sounded like… knocks?

You picked up a baseball bat you kept on the floor (just for hitting strangers because you couldn’t even play any sports) and looked around. Suddenly, you saw Zach outside your window.

“Oh my god!” you whispered, in shock, and opened the lock so he could come inside. “What are you doing here? Jesus I only have my pajamas on!”

You covered yourself with your arms, which made Zach laugh.

“I came here because I wanted to know if what you said was true. You know, the I-like-you-a-lot thing” he asked in a serious tone.

“God just forget I said it, it’s embarrassing really” you looked away from him.

“I don’t think so”

“Well, that’s because you don’t have feelings for someone who doesn’t like you back” you whispered, trying not to get your parents attention.

Suddenly, Zach’s hands were on your waist and he pulled you close, with nothing but an inch of air between your bodies. Your heart started beating like crazy. One of his hands went up to your jaw and caressed it. His fingers made their way to your lips, separating them.

“Who said anything about not liking back?” he whispered too, and then pressed his lips against yours.


Sooo I hope you liked it, I’m sorry if it’s different from what you expected!

My Top 10 Favorite Comics of All Time

Hi guys,

I’ve been getting asked a lot on and offline what are my favorite comic books? That’s a loaded question. I had to think about it. There are some great runs in comics. Some great story arcs. But I had to dig down and see what I really liked. What books have I read over and over and over. These are what I enjoyed the most, I’m not saying these are the greatest comic books ever, I’m just saying they appealed to me. So here are my top 10 favorite comics.

10. Identity Crisis
The DC Comics crisis events. Mostly just okay stories. Too much going on and not enough time to invest in any one character. But Identity Crisis stands out above the rest. Instead of a multiverse changing, massive story, Identity Crisis focuses on the mystery of who killed Sue Dibny. The wife of the Elongated Man. More and more of the heroes civilian loved ones are attacked and the heroes have a ticking clock to solve the mystery before another loved one is murdered. Written by Brad Meltzer this book focuses on the cost of living a double life. Highly recommended.

9. Young Avengers: volume 2
Not to be confused with Young Avengers volume 1. Volume 2 by Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie is nothing short of awesome. A multiverse hoping, teenage super hero daydream. It’s a really great story about teenage love, magic, pop references, LGB, and Loki. Lots and lots of Loki. So if you ship Wiccan and Hulkling, love Kate Bishop, and cannot get enough of America Chavez, you’ll want to read this book.

8. Superman American Alien
A lot of people have mixed opinions on this book, but I really enjoyed this unique take written by Max Landis. Focusing on the early years of Clark Kent, it felt more grounded in what Clark would actually be going through on his journey to becoming Superman. Each issue has a different artist which is fitting because each issue focuses on a different year in Clark’s child to teenager to young adult to man journey. It’s a mini series that should be pretty easy to find and I highly recommend it.

7. DC The New Frontier
A book paying tribute to the Silver Age of DC Comics. Focusing on the Macarthy era, A time where America couldn’t be less trusting, the story focuses on the super heroes once praised for their services, now find themselves ridden off as outlaws. Multiple perspectives from Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Flash, etc, as they fight for truth, justice, and the American way, accumulating to the upcoming battle with “The Center.” Darwyn Cooke tells an amazing story that you all should check out.

6. Scott Pilgrim Vol 1 through 6
I cannot recommend these books from Bryan Lee O’ Malley enough. 6 graphic novels in total, focusing on Scott Pilgrim’s desire to date Ramona Flowers, his journey to defeat her 7 evil ex’s, and the challenge of being a responsible adult. This book is filled with post high school confusion, punk rock, video games, anime style action, and heart. If you liked the movie, I promise you, you’ll love the book.

5. Ultimate Comics Spider-Man volume 2
My favorite super hero is Spider-Man. In 2011 when they announced they would be making a new Spider-Man of color I was ecstatic. As a person of color it’s been great to have a Spider-Man that fills that need for minority characters. Obviously just having a minority character isn’t enough but Brian Michael Bendis’s run on Ultimate Comics Spider-Man makes you really love the character of Miles Morales. The story of what happens after Peter Parker dies and a new clueless Spider-Man must fill the void, is nothing short of great. It puts you in the shoes of a new character trying to figure out who he is, all while trying to keep the memory of Peter Parker alive. 

4. Paper Girls
If you like the show “Stranger Things,” you’ll love Paper Girls. Taking place in the 1980s, 4 middle school girls, on their morning paper route get caught up in the strangest day of their lives. To ninjas, dinosaurs, time travel, clones, to apple products, Brian K. Vaughan and Cliff Chiang hit you with a sci-fi nostalgia story that will keep you guessing where the next turn is.

3. Justice League International
The late 80′s had one of the greatest Justice League runs of all time. Keith Giffen and J.M. Dematteis pumped out some of the funniest and most entertaining comics to date. Focusing on the Justice League as a work place comedy, this massive run follows the adventures of a newly formed Justice League made up of mostly second string characters. The satisfaction of Batman punching out Guy Gardner, the comedy duo of Blue Beetle and Booster Gold, GNORT! If you want your super hero books to be fun and hilarious, this is the book for you. Starting in Justice League #1 through 6 and transitioning to Justice League International, then splitting between Justice League Europe and Justice League America.

2. New Avengers
This comic book run written by Brian Michael Bendis is what got me back into comics after an 8 year absence. 6 months after the Avengers disbanded due to the Scarlet Witch killing some of her fellow teammates, a massive prison break, orchestrated by Electro forces Spider-Woman, Luke Cage, Daredevil, Spider-Man, Iron Man, Captain America, and the Sentry to come together to put an end to the riot. The book follows the newly formed team on their mission to track down the 42 escaped prisoners, all while trying to solve the mystery who hired Electro and why? New Avengers also brought some of the best characters in Marvel including Wolverine, Ms. Marvel, Hawkeye, Doctor Strange, Iron Fist, Jessica Jones, and more, to join the team. The book became the center stage for Marvel Comics from 2005 until 2012 running through events like House of M, Civil War, Secret Invasion, all the way to Avengers vs X-Men. It’s a fun super hero book that really throws you into the world of Marvel Comics.

Black Science
Sex Criminals
New Teen Titans (Marv Wolfman)
Batgirl and the Birds of Prey
Uncanny X-Force (Rick Remender run)
Batgirl: Year One


1. Saga
If you’re not reading Saga, you are missing out. A Romeo and Juliet story set in a sci-fi fantasy space adventure. In the middle of an intergalactic war, Alona and Marko leave their worlds behind to risk everything for the survival and protection of their newborn Hazel. Hunted by both sides of the war, the two travel across the stars and encountering creatures from all over the galaxy who either want to help them or want them dead. Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples take a story about the ups and downs of parenting and throws it into a cosmic and crazy story of awesomeness. Look out for Izabel, Prince Robot the IV, and Ghus. You will smile every time they are on the page.

Menstrual Mission: Peter Parker One Shot

Warnings: kissing mention, period, blood mention, and cuddle fluff

A/N: HI! I’M BACK! I will try to write whenever I can but my schedule has been crazyyyy because of school, scholarships, college crap, studying, medical issues, blah blah blah. We just started fiction again in my creative writing class so I will hopefully be able to get out a lot of content before we switch back to nonfiction writing and poetry. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little drabble thing that I wrote because mother nature visited me yesterday (yay -_-). It’s not my best work, but it’ll do for now. Thanks if you read this author’s note btw, you’re the real mvp.

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Young Leonardo DiCaprio was currently trying to convince Juliet to marry him on the screen of your TV, his old-timey lines juxtaposed to the modern costumes and sets made the whole situation hilarious. You giggled at his antics, but ensured you were quiet as not to wake your sleeping boyfriend whose head rested on your lap. 

Somewhere between the start of the film and Romeo creeping up on Juliet by the pool, he had laid down on you, his feet up on the couch and head on your legs, eventually causing a little discomfort for you. You didn’t mind though because you knew how tired he could get, being Spider-Man most of the night and all.

Now, however, discomfort had been replaced with pain and the urge to get Peter off of you. You were confused with this as it’s not like his head weighed enough to cause this much pain. Just as Romeo kissed Juliet victoriously, you realized what this pain was: you had just gotten your period.

Frantically, your mind began trying to figure out how to get Peter off of you so you could go to the bathroom and not bleed all over his couch. After an eternity of mental torment, you closed your eyes and took a long breath before attempting your escape.

You placed your hand on the base of his neck and the other at that of his head to avoid accidentally jarring him awake when you got up. Sadly though, you were no Spider-Man, and therefore not as sneaky or agile as you had hoped. The second you shifted your weight to your feet in an effort to stand, Peter’s eyes lulled open.

Blinking sleepily at you, he spoke in a low voice, “Where are you going?”

“Sorry to wake you, Peter, but I need to go to the bathroom,” you replied as you bent down and stroked his hair briefly before turning to walk away.

Groaning, he rolled on his side and wrapped his arms around your legs.

“Don’t leave meee,” he whined.

In any other situation, you may have found his childishness hilarious or even endearing, but when you were seconds away from permanently staining your favorite pair of sweatpants, not so much.

“Peter, I really need to leave, please let me go!” you rushed, your eyes pleading with his begging stare.

Finneeeeeee,” he breathed out, releasing you from his embrace before slowly sitting up on the couch as he watched you scurry off to the bathroom.

His brows furrowed when he could feel your worry (thanks to his spider-senses). On edge, he stood from the couch and went to stand outside the bathroom.

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Follow-up on the live-action Beauty and the Beast thing.

Out of curiosity, I’ve been listening to the soundtrack for the movie on YouTube.

Oh, my God, you guys.

It’s so bad.

The actual production of the music is all well and good, but the writing… They’re using most of the lyrics and most of the script from the original movie, but every so often, they pepper in all these little changes in the words, just because they can, and it, like, actively damages the point.

This is going to be really nitpicky, but fuck it. I will pick some nits.

Here’s an example, a small conversation that happens within the song “Belle.”

Original version:

Good morning, Belle!

Good morning, monsieur.

Where you off to?

The bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story about a beanstalk and an ogre and–

Uh, that’s nice. [to his wife, off-screen:] Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!

Live-action version:

Good morning, Belle!

Good morning, Monsieur Jean. Have you lost something again?

Well, I believe I have. Problem is, I can’t remember what. Oh, well. I’m sure it’ll come to me. Where are you off to?

To return this book to Pere Robert. It’s about two lovers in fair Verona.

…Sounds boring.

This is… Ugh, there are just so many kind of insignificant but also really, really fucking obnoxious changes happening here.

Like, in the original version, Belle actually has an opinion about the book she read. She’s invested, and she jumps at the chance to talk about it.

In the live-action version, there’s literally no passion. Just, factually: “It’s about two lovers in fair Verona.” Well, thank you, SparkNotes.

Meanwhile, in the original version, Belle’s getting so worked up, but the guy just cuts her off right there because he doesn’t really care. He was just being polite. He doesn’t actually have time for her, and he truly doesn’t care to make any. He’s busy minding his bakery, all caught up in his “provincial life.”

You know, the thing Belle wants to avoid? The kind of thoughtless, shallow, workaday life she dreads the thought of having?

Because she wants adventure and whimsy and bigger, more dramatic things than just going to work or keeping house every day?

The…theme this song exists to express?

Demonstrating that concept is the entire reason this song and this exchange exist in the movie, but, somehow, the remake doesn’t seem to get that.

Instead of just being an average guy hard at work, an example of the “ordinary” person Belle doesn’t want to be, the kind of person who doesn’t have time for books or fantasy or fun conversations, he’s…some kooky whimsical dude aimlessly wandering through town for reasons he can’t remember.

That’s, like… Kind of the opposite.

Instead of being caught up in the needs of his work, he just…randomly thinks Romeo and Juliet sounds boring. Why? What’s the point?

So, then we actually get to the bookshop.


Ah, Belle!

Good morning! I’ve come to return the book I borrowed.

Finished already?

Oh, I couldn’t put it down! Have you got anything new?

[laughs] Not since yesterday!

That’s alright! I’ll borrow…this one.

That one? But you’ve read it twice!

Well, it’s my favorite! Far-off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise…

[laughs] If you like it all that much, it’s yours!


Ah, if it isn’t the only bookworm in town! So, where did you run off to this week?

Two cities in northern Italy. I didn’t want to come back. Have you got any new places to go?

I’m afraid not. But you may reread any of the other ones that you’d like.

Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big.

Bon voyage.

Number one, intensely tortured metaphor.

Number two, you know, in the original, the book guy didn’t have anything “new” because the last time she came in was yesterday. It illustrates how borderline obsessed she is, how much she depends on this place and the books.

But the remake doesn’t mention that. In the remake, he just randomly doesn’t happen to have anything new. Just…in general.

Number three, I love how the cartoon made for tiny little children operates with more subtlety than the teen-y live-action remake. In the original, she talks about what she likes from that specific book, and the viewer naturally picks up the impression of why these books are so important to her. In the remake, Emma Watson’s just fucking narrating the subtext to the audience.

And then we get to Gaston’s introduction.


She’s the one! The lucky girl I’m going to marry! The most beautiful girl in town! That makes her the best! And don’t I deserve the best?


Belle is the most beautiful girl in the village! That makes her the best.

But she’s so…well read. And you’re so…athletically inclined.

Yes. But ever since the war, I’ve felt like I’ve been missing something.




Why is this here?

The original is so clear-cut. He thinks of women like objects and feels like he’s naturally entitled, by virtue of his ~stunning manliness~, to the prettiest one.

In the remake… He’s a veteran?

He’s a veteran. Of a war. Readjusting to life at home. Pursuing Belle. Because he thinks she’ll make him feel complete again.

What the fuck am I listening to?

I mean, you know they’re not even going to commit to this. You know this is not going to be, like, an actual new take on the character. This is not going to be a totally reimagined Gaston. This line is just here. Because…why?

Because someone sitting in a boardroom somewhere said, “Gaston needs a more sympathetic motivation. Sympathetic motivations sell toys”?

Because they’re hoping for a gritty Gaston war prequel somewhere down the line?

Because the writers are just really, really, really bad at their jobs?

- Mod A.

Betty Cooper’s Day Off

[Jughead] took off his shoes, like always. He trudged up the stairs, and when he reached Betty’s bedroom doorway, the door was wide open.

And what had he seen first? Betty’s ass.

Not her entire, bare ass, mind you. It was partly covered.

Her head was pointed away from the door, towards her TV, propped up in her hand. She was staring fixatedly on whatever was on the screen. And the volume was up loud.

Her tiny tshirt - was it a tshirt? - was riding up her stomach and her legs were bare. Her underwear was showing just the edges of her butt, but it was facing him, greeting him in the doorway.

He had to stop looking at it, because it was giving him ideas.

So he cleared his throat.

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anonymous asked:

what are som of your favorite fics? love your blog❤️❤️❤️

+ Anonymous: What’s your favourite fanfic ever? 


First of all, thank you! ♥ Second of all, I don’t think you’ve realized what you’ve gotten yourself into. Listen, I have so many favorites and I really tried to keep this short (I did!!), but it was impossible to choose just one (or 5.. or 10..), so I settled down on 15. Hope you don’t mind too much, haha. 

Little disclaimer: these are in no particular order, but I decided to number them anyway, just to keep a better track :) Have fun!

  1. with love, from anonymous by cosetties & iriswests ✓  
    Summary: secret admirer!au; Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose. 

  2. That’s Not My Name by cuteandtwisted ✓  
    Summary: one-night stand!au; “Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?” - aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even. 

  3. in better light, everything changes by TimeInABottle ✓
    Summary: wrong number!au; “I just checked the revue website and blackmailing people for smoking weed wasn’t listed under the Kosegruppa description"… Isak accidentally texts a stranger (Even) while trying to text Sana. 

  4. Life is now. (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl 
    Summary: In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even’s relationship we haven’t seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.

  5. Cut Us Out In Little Stars by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: Romeo and Juliet!au; Even Bech Næsheim. The boy making Isak’s heart beat double-time in his chest is Even Bech Næsheim. He can’t believe he didn’t realise it earlier. Even doesn’t have any social media and any pictures of him in the press are usually grainy or leave his appearance partly concealed through sunglasses or a hat but still. A sick part of his brain almost wants to laugh because of course. It’s not enough for Isak to like boys when he shouldn’t, no, he has to go and like that boy. The one boy his father would condemn him for being with without question. 

  6. You Don’t Even Know Me! by cuteandtwisted
    Summary: HateToLove!au; “Let’s keep our daddy issues out of work,“ said Even. “Excuse me?!” Or: The one in which Isak and Even are interns who start on the wrong foot and don’t like each other at all (except that they do).

  7. hot like fire, take you higher by birthmarks
    Summary: Isak Valtersen was a teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent more time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. But that was about to change soon, considering the circumstances. He was entering his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert eye roll here). The issue was that most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was normal to think about, he was more than content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it. Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love, discover their kinks, and experience life along the way.

  8. i guess that’s destiny doing it right by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: The alternate universe where Even originally went to Nissen and became friends with Isak and Jonas when they started first year but moved away after his episode at the start of second year only for Isak to never hear from him again. Fastforward to the summer before Isak starts college when he’s travelling around Spain and bumps into a certain someone in Barcelona.
  9. I’m Not A Baby by cuteandtwisted ✓  
    Summary: childhood friends!au; “This is Even, my bro. The part about him being my personal servant is kind of true though.” “Your bro? Your bro?! What the fuck, Isak? We need to get rid of this whole masculinity thing they teach you at Nissen.” aka, Isak and Even are childhood friends.

  10. love and condoms by kassie ✓  
    Summary: Isak was about turn on his heels and say “Fuck it” and go home, when a tall, slender-looking boy approached him from down the aisle. Shit. “Finding everything okay?” he asked once he reached Isak, his face entirely consumed by his smile. Judging from his choice of clothing, the boy definitely worked here. And, by the black letters scribbled on his name tag, the boy’s name was Even. Great.. Or: Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him. 

  11. Sideways and Slantways by iriswests ✓  
    Summary: Isak gets stuck in an elevator with the one person he’s vowed never to speak to again. This eventually prompts a conversation long overdue, but not without the memories flooding his brain like a broken dam first. 

  12. True or False by iriswests ✓  
    Summary: childhood best friends!au; Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively. 

  13. And If In That Moment by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: Isak rolls his eyes and reaches for his beer again. Even’s teasing always feels different to his friends teasing him. Even’s teasing feels a lot like flirting. “Anyway back to Emma.” Fuck. “Why isn’t she your type?” Isak considers his options, considers a single conceivable reason why a straight seventeen-year-old boy wouldn’t like a girl like Emma. He can’t fucking think of a reason and it makes him panic but he’s also just- tired. So fucking tired of having to constantly lie about why he feels the way he does. So he settles on as close to the truth as he can get. “She just- I guess it’s never felt right.” *Or, what would’ve happened if Isak and Even had had the Halloween pregame alone like they had originally planned. 

  14. The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket ✓
    Summary: massage therapy!au; This guy—this profoundly, unfairly, deeply good-looking guy—is going to…put his hands on Isak? On his thigh? And, like…move them around? Listen, he’s just starting to maybe, possibly come close to beginning to acknowledge that he might not be one hundred percent heterosexual, all of the time. It’s slow going—okay, fine, it’s borderline glacial—but he’s getting there. He didn’t need this today. Or: Isak’s doctor tells him to get a massage. Even delivers…and then some.

  15. cards and drunken propositions by Bellakitse ✓  
    Summary: “Eskild, please tell me I didn’t make a fool of myself in front of Even,” Isak begs, groaning when Eskild winces theatrically. “Oh, god, what did I do?” “You mean besides rubbing yourself against him like a cat and started taking your clothes off?” Eskild asks tentatively, giving him a pitying look when Isak lets out a noise of death and mortification. “If it helps he seemed to be enjoying your…attention?” * Isak doesn’t remember the night before but he knows he made a fool of himself in front of this crush.

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like real people do (daddy issues ch. 7)

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Originally posted by michael-sofar

isaac has a nightmare about his dad. when shaking him and yelling his name doesn’t work, naomi comes up with a very creative way to wake him up. 

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“I feel like I haven’t seen you in eight hundred years,” Lukas’s voice says, from the other side of the door.

Philip smiles to himself, glancing over his shoulder.

“Ever since you finished your darkroom, also known as our laundry room, I feel like you’re cheating on me,” Lukas says.

Philip snorts, looking up at the prints he has hanging up to dry. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m cheating on you with you. About—ten or twelve of you.” 

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the librarian - pjm au

pairing: reader x park jimin

genre/summary: angst & romance. “if it weren’t for mrs. seymour assigning your class the novel romeo & juliet; you’d probably have never met park jimin.”

word count: [ 2160 ] 

ch.two [soon] ➯  masterlist

Originally posted by jiyoongis

a/n: not sure if this will be a series or not but if i should continue or even if you like this, feedback is really appreciated.

The buildings around your high school are cozy and convenient which you couldn’t be more thankful for and even though everything seems nice like your mother previously explained over a million times, you weren’t convinced if moving to a whole new city would fix the problems that you’re trying to escape.

“Now where’s the library around here? these textbooks aren’t going to rent themselves.” A hint of annoyance evident in your tone, waving your phone around for better signal in hopes to get your directions to stop freezing up, but luckily for you, the storefront appears in front of your eyes.

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Enemies to lovers w/ Johnny
  • heyyyy
  • first thing first
  • i already did the scenario ver of this
  • so this is based on that one k
  • and you can read it here it’s pretty good if you ask me lmao
  • but anyways shall we start this already
  • als, this masterpost is probably just a bit longer than the other ones
  • ok so, johnny and you were neighbors
  • and y’all hated each other
  • and not only both of you
  • but his family and yours also kinda dislike each other
  • this is basically romeo and juliet lmao
  • y’all don’t even remember how all this hate started
  • y’all used to be super close when you were kids
  • probably your parents didn’t like your friendship and conviced both of you to don’t be friends anymore
  • omg that’s so sad
  • imagine baby johnny wanting to play with you bUT HE CAN’T I’M EMO
  • and as y’all growed up together he started to be more mean to you?
  • like, when he was like the dreamies age, 15 or 16 he would love to make fun of you everytime you saw each other
  • he was basically donghyuck lmao
  • he would laugh about how short you were compared to him or how bad your grades were
  • and this continued for all the high school period
  • the only moments you were in peace were in holidays
  • remember that johnny would travel every summer to south korea to practice?
  • and actually like a year before finishing high school, he came back from korea like a week before holidays finished
  • and when he saw you the next day he was shOKeth
  • you looked so pretty?? how did he never realized this¿?? what?¿
  • but he still had to act like an asshole to you, i mean, he can’t just be nice and flirt to you out of the blue
  • and you were like fuck you why did you have to come back i h8 u
  • even tho u were aware of how hot he is he was still ew for you like nope
  • but i mean you followed smrookies on twitter and his friends were a lot hotter than him so yeah fuck u johnny
  • lmao whats wrong with me
  • and you tried your best to avoid him that year, but guess who ended up working by his side instead
  • both of you had lots of free time and were needing some $$$$ you know
  • and y’all started to work in a cafe
  • bc johnny gives me really strong coffe prince vibes for some reason??
  • but you started a week after him so
  • “since when do you work here?”
  • “i started like a month ago, but i don’t want to waste my time with you just order quickly and go away”
  • “no, actually i’m going to start working here too, today is my first day”
  • “then stop talking and playing around and start to work already, we have a bunch of dirty cups that you could be cleaning right now”
  • well fuck you john
  • everyday was like this, and it was so horrible
  • like i have to see him everyday in work, and after work and even in the weekends fucK
  • this reminded me of spongebob and squidward lmao
  • and you were so tired of this fucking routine that wasn’t taking both of you anywhere
  • so one day you made things different
  • johnny is really puntual so he was at work always like five minutes before he actually started to work
  • so hello you went ten minutes before him
  • and gUESS WHAT
  • you made him his favorite coffee <3 aw 
  • you have been lowkey spying on him the last days and you learned a lot of him
  • you placed the warm cup in his seat and started to do something else
  • and when he saw that at first he was 100% ready to fight
  • “What is this,Y/N?”
  • “I made it for you. Even from my house I could hear you studying your Korean out loud at 3 a.m., I though you would be tired.”
  • he even felt butterflies in his stomach and his heart started to beat faster
  • “u-uhm t-thanks”
  • and you would do the same thing everyday, make a cup of his favorite coffee and as thanks he would walk with you to work and then walk you home again
  • he was going to the same places than you anyways lmao
  • and you get to know each other so well and ofc feelings developed for part of the both of you
  • but let’s talk about how he confessed to you though
  • the cafe was closed already and y’all just ended up cleaning the place
  • and you could see all the books that he always brings over one of the tables and it surprised you when you grabbed it and read it
  • i mean he bought that thing last month and already finished it?
  • “you already finished the whole book? And you’re still studying?”
  • “korean is not an easy language to learn, y/n”
  • “you should teach me a little someday. and how’s your pronunciation? can you say something in Korean?”
  • “yeah, I could say something like 나는 너를 좋아해”
  • “and what does it mean?”
  • omg get ready for this
  • he grabbed your hands in his and left a few kisses in your palms
  • “I like you, that’s what it means”
  • your heart was beating at the speed of light and your cheeks were a bright red
  • “I-I like you too, Johnny”
  • and he smiled so widely when he saw a little smile forming on your lips as you lowered your head and hided your face with your hands
  • you were so adorable omg
  • and fastforward
  • y’all said everything to your families and they h a t e d the relationship
  • but hello guess what there’s no way you were going to break up
  • you were made for each other and you would never ever separate specially after y’all waisted so much time
  • and i haven’t said this yet oops but y’all basically had the same dreams and goals in life
  • like both of you wanted to be big artists and guess what, yeah your families also hated that
  • so y’all kinda like.. decided to.. move together to seoul and be k idols lmao
  • you had to madurate really fast and day were not easy
  • basically y’all would only had each other in there and anything else
  • but good thing you only need each other to be happy, right? aw
  • okay and the end
  • i would still recomend y’all to read the scenario ver of this though because i think that’s a lot shorter and better explained lolz
  • but yeah lmao idk what to say so bye
Year 1

Space Pirate Alex
Background Director Sanvers

I got an ask recently about Space Pirate Alex, then was going through my fic document, and realized that I had this, and decided to post it.

Director Sanvers is established, but in the early stages.


Day 1

Alex curls her fingers against the glass, presses her palm against the spot where, just moments ago, Kara’s had been.  She stares, not seeing the glass, not seeing the warping colors as the ship accelerates past the speed of light, past that barrier her planet has yet to crack.

All she can see is the ghost of her sister.

She fights back the tears, ignores the burning in her eyes.  Her jaw trembles.  Her heart pounds in her ears.

She is…

Kara is…

Oh, God.

There are smudges on the glass from where she had hit it, pounded on it as she screamed and cried, trying to get Kara to let go, to move, to not die in an futile attempt to stop the ship.

There are smudges on the glass, and who knows how many miles between her and Earth, but Kara is safe, alive.  Kara hadn't been pushing back against the ship when it hit terminal velocity.  Kara hadn’t been smeared into atoms across the glass.

— a part of her brain, the scientist in her, never lets her forget that Kara could have been caught on another part of the ship, could have blown her powers out and fallen back to Earth practically human, could have been pushed further out of the atmosphere, could have, could have —

No.  Kara is alright.  Kara will be fine.  Alex has to believe that.

Kara has J’onn and Vasquez.  Kara has James and Winn.  Kara has Maggie and Lucy.

They all have each other.  They will take care of each other.

And she will get home to them.

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Neil Gaiman @ Town Hall NYC

(Pardon the terrible quality of the photos. Dark theater, horrible phone camera.)

Somehow, despite a raging case of anxiety, being behind on work, and the frigid, snowy weather, I made it out the door and all the way to Manhattan last night (Thursday, 2/9) to see Neil Gaiman read from Norse Mythology at Town Hall NYC. And I’m so glad I did because it was one of the most fun nights I’ve had in the nearly six years I’ve lived in the city.

I got to the venue quite early, expecting train traffic to be worse than it was, and found a line of people stretched nearly a full block down 43rd Street. It was cold and windy while we waited, but I got to chat briefly with the woman in line behind me who, as it turned out, graduated from the same university as me and whose husband went to the same high school as me (600 miles away in Kentucky, mind you!). Weird coincidences like this seem to happen all the time in NY. Once we were let in, everyone was handed a signed copy of Norse Mythology, which I thought was really nice in the event you couldn’t stick around for the signing afterward (I couldn’t, unfortunately).

The event began at 7 PM with Neil reading “The Master Builder,” the story from Norse Mythology that concerns the gods building a wall to keep out the frost giants (”Build a wall and make the giants pay for it!” Neil joked at one point). I’ve gotta say, it was surreal to be sitting just a few feet away (4th row!) while Neil Gaiman did my favorite thing of all the things Neil Gaiman does, which is reading his own work aloud. And the reading was fun and funny, as good as I could’ve ever imagined or hoped for. The audience cheered and laughed in all the right places (Loki gets up to some hilarious business in this one, but I think Freya’s quiet fury drew the biggest laughs). The gods came out on top, but just barely, which seems right.

After the reading, Neil left the stage for some on-screen entertainment. We saw the American Gods trailer that premiered at SDCC last year, and while I’ve seen it a zillion times at this point, it was neat to see it on a big screen. The big deal, though, was that we got to see the trailer for How to Talk to Girls at Parties – to mostly accurately quote Neil here, “the best Romeo and Juliet story featuring punks and aliens in 70′s Croydon that’s ever been told.” The film looks so fun and winning, and I cannot wait to see it!

Next came the Q&A, which found Neil chatting Ophira Eisenberg about the new book and approximately one thousand other things. The audience had a chance to submit questions before the reading, and those were the basis for most of the discussion. I’ll never be able to remember everything, but here’s a dump of what I do recall:

- The chat started with some general conversation about Neil’s personal history with Norse mythology, why Norse myths versus others, speculation on why there are so many similarities between myths across cultures. Neil talked a little bit about the parallels between Norse mythology and current events and reassured us all that we are NOT at “peak Ragnarok” (still early days, apparently). 

- Neil mentioned that one regret about the project was not having more stories about the Norse goddesses to tell.

- My question got asked! Which, to no one’s surprise, was about American Gods. I asked what Neil was most excited about in the adaptation, and he said it was the bits the writers made up that weren’t in the book. His favorite episode is the one that focuses on Laura’s story, and Emily Browning is terrific. He also mentioned that, since small-town travel agents don’t really exist in 2017, Laura is now a croupier at a casino.

- One major highlight was getting to hear Neil talk about Terry Pratchett and their phone correspondence over the years. Neil mentioned that the reason the Good Omens scripts had taken priority over other projects in recent years because it was something Terry had asked him to do before he died. 

- Neil confirmed he’s working on the Neverwhere sequel at present, which will be titled The Seven Sisters, though I think this was public knowledge already.

- Neil dreams about being chased through abandoned mansions by spaghetti-faced creatures, and while I don’t think this was public knowledge, you might have already surmised as much.

The signing came afterward. I’m very sad I had to get back home and couldn’t stick around. Nevertheless, it was my first Neil event, and it was as good as everyone says it is, better even than expected, and now I’m even more excited for the American Gods event at Bard in April! And, of course, I’m ready to bury myself in Norse Mythology this weekend.

Why I love Shakespeare (and why you should too)

Have you ever read Shakespeare and thought, “This is stupid.  I don’t understand a word of this”? 

Hey, me too! The first work of Shakespeare I ever read was Romeo and Juliet as a freshman in high school, and I remember thinking, I know this is a classic story and all, but why do people think this is so good?  A couple of teenagers fall so madly in love in a matter of days that they make a bunch of stupid decisions that gets themselves and a few other people killed.  

Wow.  We should probably market this as the greatest love story of all time.  

I just didn’t get it.

Within the next few years I read Julius Caesar, which definitely impressed me more, and then I read Hamlet, which I legitimately enjoyed, but there was still something missing.  I’d come to appreciate Shakespeare, but I just couldn't love Shakespeare.  

And then something happened that made all that change.  Something that changed my outlook on everything I’ve ever heard about Shakespeare’s plays.

I saw one performed.  

I know, I know, revolutionary, right?  I saw a freaking play.  But here’s why it was so amazing for me.

To preface, I read the play beforehand, and wasn’t impressed.  The play I’m talking about is Comedy of Errors, which I’d actually never heard of before reading it.  It’s one of Shakespeare’s earlier works.  It’s a comedy about identical twins who happen to have identical twin servants who get separated basically at birth.  They take the same name, as do the servants who have been with them since birth, so you end up with two guys names Antipholus with two servants named Dromio.  They come to the same town (now adults) and everybody gets everybody else mixed up.  

Upon reading the play, I chuckled maybe a couple times, but it wasn’t all that funny.  Then I went and saw it, and it’s probably the second funniest play I’ve seen in my entire life.  I laughed so hard.  The whole thing was hilarious.  

And it was in that moment, walking out of the Globe theatre after my first Shakespeare production, that I started to love it.  

An epiphany of understanding: Think of it this way.  Imagine your favorite book.  A book that makes you laugh and cry and want to be a better person.  A book that inspires you.  Now imagine the sparknotes version of that book.  Raw, basic plot with none of the flourishes and nuances that make that book what it is.  Sparknotes will tell you what happens, but that’s it.  

If you read Sparknotes, would that still be your favorite book?  Probably not.  Mostly because it wouldn’t mean anything to you.  

Reading a Shakespeare play is like reading the Sparknotes version of a book.You get dialogue.  That’s it.  The bare basics with nothing that makes it truly incredible.  

No wonder so many people hate Shakespeare!  They have no idea what Shakespeare even is!

A few weeks after my wonderful first encounter, I returned to the Globe to see Julius Caesar.  Remember how I’ve read this one before?  I liked it before.  But just wait.  

I stand in the Globe as a groundling, just as a working class citizen would have in Shakespeare’s day.  Midway through the play, I lean against the stage in the front row and watch the fake blood flow as Caesar is stabbed again and again.  The conspirators, soaked to their elbows in blood, threaten Mark Antony, a supporter of Caesar’s who has walked in to see their heinous  act.  Antony claims to mean them no harm, and they leave him for a moment alone with Caesar, who lies dead in a pool of crimson.  The murderers exit, and Mark Antony stands alone on the stage.  He stumbles to Caesar’s body, falls to his knees, and weeps.  

“O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,” Antony whispers through his tears to Caesar, “that I am meek and gentle with these butchers.  Thou art the ruins of the noblest man that ever lived in the tide of times.”

He raises his hands upward to heaven, now dripping with Caesar’s blood, his face streaked with tears. “Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!”  His voice echoes across the hundreds of silent people who suddenly feel as if they have intruded on this grieved and pained man as he weeps over his dead friend.  

A tear slides from my own eye.  

No longer words on a page, Shakespeare is alive.  The words are no longer ancient and out-of-date, but natural and beautiful.  

Shakespeare was not of an age, but for all time, as Ben Jonson said.  

I love Shakespeare.  I love Shakespeare.  Not because I’ve read most of his plays, which I haven’t.  Not because I’ve seen many of his plays, because I haven’t.  

I love Shakespeare because I’ve seen the plays come to life on stage in the way they were meant to.  Plays are meant to be seen, not read.  

So don’t hate Shakespeare because you don’t understand it.  Stop reading and start watching.  Maybe you’ll fall in love, too.  

Girl Meets World One-Shot - Sweet Goodbyes, Sweeter Hellos

A/N: The Prompt is at the end, this is fluffy Rucas, and to the Anon who requested it I hope you like it!!

Sweet Goodbyes, Sweeter Hellos

The first time they said it, they had done it just to annoy her father who had kicked Lucas out just for climbing through the bay window and not coming through the front door.

“Out,” her father screamed. “You know the rules, you’re banned from my house for the rest of the weekend.”

“Daddy you’re being unfair,” Riley said trying to stop him from kicking her boyfriend out of the house. “Maya and Zay both came from the bay window and they’re staying.”

“No Riley,” Lucas said taking her hand. “I’ll go I did break the rules.”

All she could do was sigh, but they made up a code for when things like this happened, well it wasn’t so much of a code as it was something she knew would get under her father’s skin. So she walked Lucas to the door while her father smirked, because he was getting his way. At the door she gave Lucas a quick kiss and smiled at him.

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Time Travel (Part 3)

Summary: [Y/N] is trying not to develop feelings for Philip

Pairing: eventual Philip x reader

Warnings: unedited, I can’t think of any more

Word count: 1,645 words

A/N: It’s early! Still not my favorite chapter, but I don’t think I like anything I write so it might be okay. Thank you all so much for all the love and support I’ve gotten for this series!

Part 1 | Part 2

He wanted to kiss you. Your lips were right there. Your dress was tight in just the right way to show off your breasts and god did you look good in it. The ashen color of the dress brought out your eyes and he didn’t ever want to look away.

Philip took another step forward and you swore your heart almost stopped. The way he was looking at you, you never wanted him to stop. His hazel green eyes were shining just right in the sun and you could count every dark eyelash. A stray curl fell in his face and you itched to reach up and tuck it back with the rest of his hair. You wanted to let him kiss you, but you knew you couldn’t. You had to focus on getting home. Getting back to your time.

You turned and quickly grabbed Romeo and Juliet from the shelf where you were studying it earlier.

“Can I borrow this?” you asked, turning back to face him, trying your best to act like your heart wasn’t still racing. “I haven’t read it in years.”

Philip took a step back. What was he thinking? He wasn’t even courting you, he had just met you an hour ago and here he was wanting to kiss you? He understood the impropriety of it all, but still…

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Art Contest Rules, Info, and Details 🐐

Please only reblog this copy for the rules!

For 800 lovely people following I’m having a contest!

First things first, Rules:

  • I would prefer if the work was APH, but you can also draw or write about OCs. I don’t want outside fandoms though unless it’s a crossover.
  • No NSFW
  • No tracing
  • No claiming art that isn’t yours as yours
  • No plagiarism of others’ writing
  • No gore
  • No underage artwork or writing. I don’t care if it’s a fictional ship, anything with underage characters puts both you and I at risk of getting in trouble.
  • Please no exceedingly vulgar language in either category
  • If you use another drawing as a reference please put the link to the reference in your entry
  • If you quote something in your writing, I am not requiring a citation (I sound like a teacher lol), but providing one would be nice (i.e, if you quote a song, link to the song, etc.)
  • Your writing can have multiple chapters as long as it doesn’t exceed 4.
  • Be as creative as you want and have fun!

Details for Submissions:

You can use any characters you want in your writing or story. It can be any ship as long as both characters’ human ages are either A) both adults or B) follow the Romeo and Juliet law. Example: Wy and Sealand are okay because they are both within three years of each other. A bad ship would be a 15 year old with an 18 year old, but 14 with 16 is okay. I say this because some people have some pretty wild ships, which are all okay, I just don’t want any underage business going on. I don’t care if you think someone doesn’t like the ship because it’s controversial, we’re judging based off the art/writing itself. I only added the underage tidbit as common sense, and if you have questions about it send an ask or PM me! You don’t have to do ship art/writing.

You can also use old art/writing, just make sure it’s yours!

You are allowed 3 submissions total, collectively as a person. You can use two blogs, BUT you can only have a total of 3. No 3 on one blog and 3 on another. This being said, you can have either:

  • 3 art submissions
  • 3 writing submissions
  • 2 art submissions, 1 writing submission
  • 2 writing submissions, 1 art submission

You DO NOT have to enter 3; you can enter 2 or 1 as well.

For Art:

Your art can depict anything. It can be colored or not, how ever you want it. It can be any AU, etc. Just make sure it follows the rules listed above.

For Writing:

You can write about whatever you want, as long as it follows the rules. It can be any AU, etc. If you enter your writing on a blog post, that’s okay. If you put it on Wattpad, AO3, or Fanfiction, etc., please link me to that. I would personally prefer AO3 or, but if you use another platform that is okay as well. You do not have to publish it on any service though if you would prefer to make it a post. Just make sure it follows the rules listed above.

How To Enter a Piece:

Make it a Tumblr post on the blog(s) you would like it to be on, please. This is the format I would prefer:

For Art:

[Here would be your art/link to art]

  • Say it’s for the contest
  • Add a lil something about it, describe what’s happening, characters, AU, etc.
  • Tag both my main (@e-d-e-l-w-e-i-s-s) and my HGH (@austriasgooglehistory) blogs
  • Say if it’s your 1st/2nd/3rd submission

For Writing:

[Here would be your writing/link to writing]

  • Say it’s for the contest
  • Either a story description like if it was the back of a book and/or add a lil something about it, describe what’s happening, characters, AU, etc.
  • Tag both my main (@e-d-e-l-w-e-i-s-s) and my HGH (@austriasgooglehistory) blogs
  • Say if it’s your 1st/2nd/3rd submission

Prizes!!! :

There will be a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd for both writing and art. We will have a few Runner-Ups as well but collectively through both categories.

1st: 1,500 word story of whatever you like, a shoutout, and an M!A of your choice for Austria (about two days)

2nd: 1,000 word story of anything you like, a shoutout, and a Homemade Discord Meme made by us (you’ll have to give us a pic)

3rd: 500 word story of anything you like and a shoutout.

Runner-Ups: A drawing of your OC or favorite character provided by @southafricagooglesearches and another one of my friends.

The contest is from May 16th, 2017 until June 20th, 2017.

I will be reblogging submissions onto my HGH account for others to see, and winners again when they are picked (either June 20th or 21st)

I think I covered it all! If you have questions or comments please tell me through asks or PM!

-Romeo x

Please only reblog this copy for the rules!

eastofelaine  asked:

Hi! Which Shakespearean character is your favorite? Or at least a top three? #thehardquestions

First of all, I AM SO SORRY, THIS HAS BEEN ROTTING IN MY DRAFT BOX FOR MONTHS. I started writing it, then it got away from me and turned into a rant, and I never finished it. So I’m going to do it in parts. Keep an eye out for the others. (I’ll tag you, eastofelaine.)

Without any further ado, top three favorite characters: #thehardquestions or rather, #theBardquestions. In no particular order:

  • Edmund (King Lear)
  • Margaret (Henry VI)
  • Benvolio (Romeo and Juliet)

That’s a lie they’re totally in order. Sort of. That’s also a lie, Edmund is definitely Number 1 but I’m ambivalent on the other two. Anyway. 

Part 1: Edmund. I have ranted about this character a lot but always in like little bits and pieces and never one concise rant, so: Edmund is hands fucking down the most interesting, complex character in King Lear or possibly ever (fight me). Edmund is the illegitimate son of the Earl of Gloucester, and we first meet him during a brief stint at court. In the first scene he stands by while his dad talks about him like he’s not even there, saying all kinds of shit like, “The whoreson must be acknowledged.” Like it’s not your own fucking fault you got a prostitute pregnant you absolute rocknut. And this is the root of Edmund’s character: the fact that he’s been forever at a disadvantage because of something he can’t control–i.e., the fact that he was born out of wedlock. He has this wonderful monologue where he expresses his consternation that he is in every way as admirable as his brother, but still treated like scum: “Why bastard? wherefore base? / When my dimensions are as well compact, / My mind as generous, and my shape as true, / As honest madam’s issue?” 

But what makes him such a great character is that instead of moping around about his lot in life, he decides to fucking do something about it. And his plan is wicked brilliant. He frames his gullible elder brother for murder and takes his place as foremost in their father’s love and as heir apparent to the Earldom. But he’s not done, oh my sweet shiny soap bubble, no, he’s nowhere near done. He denounces his father as a traitor, gets on the good side of the Duke of Cornwall to get that taken care of, takes the title and then starts flirting aggressively with both elder Lear sisters. And frayaaaandssss, your boy Edmund is hot stuff. (Almost everyone who meets him makes some sort of comment about how ‘well-made’ he is, which is basically the Shakespearean version of saying, “That’s a fine piece of ass.”) Such hot stuff, in fact, THAT GONERIL PLOTS TO MURDER HER HUSBAND, POISONS HER SISTER, AND THEN COMMITS SUICIDE WHEN IT DOESN’T WORK OUT. SHE DOESN’T EVEN CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING WAR. ALL SHE WANTS IS A PIECE OF EDMUND. (But like honestly, who can blame her?)

I haven’t even gotten to the best part of all this, though, due to the man-of-supreme-hotness detour. Remember when I was talking about how, at the start of the play, Edmund is every bit as noble/honorable/fuckable/whatever as his brother, but he’s always seen as inferior because he’s technically a bastard? Right. Well, here’s where Edmund becomes the most interesting character in the play. Almost everyone else rattles on and on about fate and the stars and how everything that happens was destined to happen that way. But Edmund, who has perhaps more reason than anyone to blame his shitty station in life on planetary movements or whatever, calls bullshit on everyone else. Check this out–this is possibly my favorite monologue from the entire Shakespearean canon: 

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical pre-dominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforc’d obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon’s Tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and lecherous. Fut! I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

He says FUCK. THAT. I am what I am and the stars I was born under have nothing to do with it. He refuses to passively accept the fate that the unfortunate circumstances of his birth have assigned to him, and instead decides to take matters into his own hands and make a fucking change. 

“But wait,” you say. “He is kind of a dick about it, though.” True. Edmund’s dickery is of epic proportions and I will be the first to admit it (honestly that’s kind of half the reason I love him.) But SLOW YOUR ROLL, O YE ICKLE DOUBTING MARSHWIGGLES,  because my boy Edmund is chock full of surprises. At the beginning of the play he’s the only character willing to take full responsibility for his own (terrible) actions, and the only character to say ‘fuck you,’ to fate, but at the end he defies all this cosmic dogma YET A-FUCKIN-GAIN. He himself has said that he should have been rough and lecherous, whatever star he was born under, but at the end of the play, when everything’s going to absolute shit and he’s dying at his brother’s feet, when he should be bitter and furious because life has kicked him in the teeth one last time, what does he do? HE HAS A FUCKING CHANGE OF HEART AND TRIES TO TURN IT AROUND: “I pant for life. Some good I mean to do, / Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send / (Be brief in’t) to the castle; for my writ / Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia.” 

Edmund literally uses his dying breath to try to save Lear and Cordelia. It doesn’t work, but isn’t that part of the tragedy? That this man, who has been abused and tormented his whole life, and who has snarled back at the world in reply, flies in the face of his terrible fate and tries to do one good thing before he dies–and it’s too late. 

That. This play and this character rip me the fuck up every single time. You cannot write a more tragic story than this. Edmund, my love, you deserved so much better.

Duke out.

Using the Unusual; Metaphors and Similes in Creative Writing

while i was getting my bachelor’s in fiction writing, one of the most useful classes i ever took was a poetry class taught by a woman named Mary Leader because she really taught me to examine my prose. poetry, at least in her class, was an excellent way to fully capture the visuals, sounds, and setting of a particular moment in time, which is a skill (i believe) that prose writers can use as well.

but today I’m gonna focus on my particular favorite thing in writing, which is the Unexpected Metaphor or Simile.  (long post, and some really personal takes/analytical perspectives, but i hope this helps some people who want to get more creative with their analogies!)

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I haven't finished your book yet (Act V, Scene 2) but i really love it, even if I've never read Shakespeare before ! Congratulations on your hard work !!! I was wondering about the costumes and sets for the different plays : how did you pick them ? were you inspired by existing staging or did you imagine it all ? and why those particular choices ? I love your description of the Lear set, I can totally picture it and it looks breathtakingly beautiful ! Enjoy your launch tour ! x

Thank you so much! It’s always great to hear that people who don’t necessarily love Shakespeare still enjoy the book. The costumes and sets are in some cases based on things I’ve seen before and in some cases purely my own idealistic invention–particularly Lear in the latter category; it’s my favorite of Shakespeare’s plays but sadly not one I’ve ever had a chance to work on, so I designed my dream version of it for this book. It’s a play full of cosmic imagery, and I wanted the design to reflect (no pun intended) all that awe and fear at the overwhelming unfathomable vastness of the universe. Hence the stars and the mirrors. Caesar is probably the most predictable as concepts go, partly because it takes place in the more traditional space of the auditorium. However, I was once in a production of Caesar during an election year and the fact that we didn’t tap into that thematically seemed like a lost opportunity to me, so I decided to rectify it in fiction. As for the others, I really enjoy immersive/interactive/site-specific theatre, and with the particular setting of Dellecher it seemed a shame to keep the performances confined to an actual stage. Where better to do Macbeth than under a dark sky on Halloween? Where better to do Romeo and Juliet than at a masked ball? There’s definitely a degree of fantasy design involved, but that’s the beauty of fiction. Dellecher has more money to spend on sets and costumes than any theatre I ever worked for.